Post by vinnie edmond kentwood on Apr 5, 2011 21:07:11 GMT -5
VINNIE EDMOND KENTWOOD
VIN , SEVENTEEN , RAVENCLAW , HAYDEN CHRISTINSEN
astute, dexterous, brawny, coordinated, amiable[/CENTER]
"Look. We were down by fifty points. I had to do something. So I called Kyndrick over and we got the beaters going after the seeker. Yeah that's a shitty move. I could see the referee watching us like the hawk that she is after that one. But I had to do something. Like I said, the beaters are goin' after that seeker and the whole of the Hufflepuff team is staring right, at this unsportsmanlike show, and that leaves the goal open. I get it in there and score, so now we're only down by about twenty points and Kyndrick gets the beaters off that poor guys arse. So we're ready again to play legit, but the Hufflepuffs throw their beaters on our seeker. Well I knew then we weren't gonna catch that shoddy snitch. So I pounded the goal as much as possible. Heck yeah we won. Catchin' the snitch don't mean shit if you ain't got the points to back you up. That's how we do it in Ravenclaw. We win."
That's it alright, that's him: Vinnie Kentwood. He's your quidditch extraordinaire, the brains and the brawn of the operation. He was born on May 2nd, 1959. His parents, Gerald and Darlene, couldn't be happier at his arrival, but Vinnie's life was wracked with controversy and trouble from day one. Vinnie was born with a hole in his heart. As he lied in the hospital, his parents separated from him by three thick panes of glass, Vinnie was breathing very lucky air. His six pounds, three ounces was cold to the touch. He slept on like that for a long week. It was a week filled with unanswered prayers. Darlene paced up and down the second floor hallway of pediatrics, and Gerald shifted his weight constantly in that stiff, hospital issued waiting chair. Vinnie's struggle was amplified by the confines of muggle medicine, and his muggle parents were left hoping on a miracle from God.
"The Gryffindor team is probably our only rival. After all, they're the only ones with the drive to practice. I mean, Slytherins are decent, don't get me wrong. But they base their whole system on one or two good players. It's the same with the Hufflepuffs -- Ludovic is probably their only savior. But us, naw us, we got real talent. Kyndrick and I are one helluva team. She's got the galls to order around our team, and she's definitely not afraid to kick some arse. And I do the plays. I have this systematic way of doing it. It just kind of comes to me. I can see the plays in my minds eye as clearly as if I was at the Quidditch World Cup! Sure, I don't really get the acknowledgement here, but it's not about fame. It's about winning. It's about being the strongest man out there, and never slipping off your broom. I mean that figuratively of course. It's about living to the fullest extent possible. There's nothing like feeling that wind in your hair and hearing that quaffle punch the air through the goal."
He survived. His heart fixed itself, like the fighter that he is. He breathed in one more gulp of that lucky air, and opened his eyes to cry. It took just one glance from Darlene to Gerald and back to Vinnie to understand: their son was healthy. They brought him home the next day, to a middle class town home in Surrey. He was just down the street from a park, a soccer field dominating the playground. Since he was four he was a natural sport. They timed him day in and day out, and he always got faster. By the time he was seven, Vinnie was registered in a junior team for England, and he was flying down the field -- the pride of the Kentwoods. And then one day, as the black and white ball soared over their heads, the opening kick of the game, Vinnie imagined the turf exploding up underneath the rival team. And magically, it happened. Vinnie took his shot, bolted down the field, and ran straight into a massive, instantaneous hole in the ground. Like the whole in his heart, Vinnie was stopped for a long week. He awoke to legs that would never run again.
"Other classes? Really I don't think it matters. There are some people in this world that just have those talents. You know what I'm talking about. The talent to just be a winner. That's me. Not to brag or anything, but yeah, I'm doing pretty good in school. It's like learning to fly on the school cleansweeps and being the fastest kid in flying class, and then finding a brand new Nimbus in your changing room locker. You don't ask questions, you just take what life gives you. What's that, when life gives you lemons...build a stand and get some money out of that shit."
They took one good thing out of that day, and it came in the mail just a few years later. Vinnie Edmond Kentwood was accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and once again he brought his parents something to be proud of. Their hearts welled at visit of the Ministry worker, explaining and proving to them the magical world that Vinnie was lucky enough to be a part of. He boarded the Hogwarts Express, and arrived at the castle, a brimming face of new opportunity. As the sorting hat kissed the top of his light blonde hair, and shouted out his blue and bronze fate, Vinnie couldn't imagine the greatness to come to him. He showed a strong aptitude for all coursework, and a friendly demeanor brought him a slew of new friends within those magical, stone walls. And by his third year, Vinnie had picked up that broom...a sport that needed only his heart and his arms to be strong...
"I just got one last thing to say. There may be other fish in the sea, but you know it feels so empty without me! Ahaha, I'm out. Gotta get a few hours of practice in..."
So your name is Vinnie. What are the other basic facts...
Well I'm a Ravenclaw, seventh year. I'm the chaser on the quidditch team, but of course you knew that. Let's see..basic..well I'm a male, interested in women, around the ages of sixteen to nineteen. I enjoy long walks around the quidditch pitch, and getting caught in the rain.
That's all very well...so male interested in women, tell us about your magical side...
Well, heh, I am a charmer. I got E's and some O's on my owls in fifth year, but I guess I'm not too interested in N.E.W.T.S I mean, what good are they gonna do me? I'll do it though, probably in Charms, Defense, Transfiguration, and well throw Arithmancy in there just for the heck of it. Professor says I got a "knack" for it or something like that.
So you do a lot of wand work...any special reason?
I guess my wand. It's hawthorne wood, and about ten and half inches..described to be flexible, I guess. It's got pegasus wing feather for it's core. Supposedly very strong and powerful, especially for defensive and healing, and something about air...It chose me okay, not like I picked these features out. Now my broom on the other hand. It's made out of beautiful hand carved...
That's okay. Just one more thing we need for our files. Any special abilities?
Files!? Heh, well I guess all recruiters wanna little piece of me, you write it down and it becomes a piece of history. Special abilities though, I guess you could say I'm pretty good at getting my protronus out there. It's a cheetah. Yeah a bloody fast thing ain't it. And uh, don't go passing this around, but I'm working on my animagus form too. Obviously a bird of some sorts, I just can't get enough of that air...
EXPERIENCE four years
CONTACT girlgeek42 @live/yahoo/skype
MEMBER TITLE Ravenclaw Star Chaser
CHARACTER'S:
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
HAIR COLOR: blonde
EYE COLOR: blue[/ul]
OTHER CHARACTERS well....severus, rita, kevin, ollie, dorcas, bella, philip, and alastrina
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Hogsmeade weekends were usually enjoyable for the students of Hogwarts. They practically ran away from the professors and all of that homework they had procrastinated away until the day before class. It was usually a fun time, experiencing the wizarding world away from cold castle walls. No matter how many of the fireplaces were cracking, no matter how many torches were lit, the castle generally felt cold most days, especially to Ollie. She hadn’t the time to practice that fake smile in the mirror, or learn to flip her hair just the right way to make people think she cared about their judgements of her. She was a Mckinnon, and that meant that judgements deserved none of her attention. So, when the trip to Hogsmeade came up, Ollie ran out of the castle like the rest of them, but part of her never wanted to go back.
Marlene had requested a large pack of firewhiskey from her older sister, and Ollie drug herself into The Three Broomsticks to fetch it. She threw a wink over to the barkeep, who knew to stock up when the Hogwarts students came to town. Her smile drifted over to him, and he danced away to get her supplies. Just a charm or two and it would be only broomstick cleaning supplies, nothing to cause alarm. As the barkeep disappeared, Ollie’s smile did as well. She was walking around numb in the wet weather, staring mindlessly from one shop to the next, drifting alone down the muddy paths. A majority of the seventh years were hiding behind Zonkos, collecting new stock of weed to resupply the broom closet. Ollie left them to their work, uninterested in anything that required much human contact, and went on with her miserable life.
Emma Logan sat at the only relatively open table in the pub today, and Ollie looked at her with silent admiration. Alice’s younger sister was always known as Alice’s younger sister but yet, Emma kept her stones about her, she kept hold of herself no matter how strange and messed up it got. Ollie wished she could be the same. She knew that today her worries and her troubles were showing on her face, in her empty eyes, in the way she slouched her shoulders and dragged her feet. Ollie wasn’t so good at covering shit up, it sprinkled merrily across her face and body, announcing her strangeness to the world. All Ollie really needed was someone who understood, who could say, Yes Olivia, you’re broken, but I love you. She shuddered at her own name, too girly to fit her tomboy nature, and she sat down across from Emma. Both girls were relatively quiet, but today silence wasn’t golden..it was more like a murky shade of bronze.
”You know, I absolutely hate the thought of drudging back to Hogwarts in only a few hours time. I’d rather stay out here in the rain. I’d rather let it just drown me, you know? So I don’t have to face anymore smiling, high faces. So I don’t have to care if Marley gets her damn firewhiskey. She’s only going to abuse it anyway. And I don’t want to see any of those girls anymore…it’s just, it’s all just…it’s shit isn’t it? Solid shit.” And there it was. It rolled out of her like a broken pearl necklace. The beads picking up all of the dust and the dirt, and being stepped on and crushed, all of their beauty destroyed when they are no longer part of the whole. Ollie leaned her head against one fist, and reached out for Emma’s untouched butterbeer.
She knocked back the glass and gulped down the warm liquid. It calmed her heart down, it had been beating rather fast since she opened her mouth to speak. The butterbeer seemed to extend out from her throat to the very tips of her fingers and toes. It settled the hairs on the back of her neck back down. She put the empty glass down, clunking it against the worn wood. Ollie licked her lips once and looked apologetically up at Emma. "I'll buy you another one..." Her voice was fragile, almost too quiet to hear, which was an odd thing for a Mckinnon. She just gave a sigh and let her chin hit the table, and her arms flew up over her head, messing with the already tousled and matted hair.
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